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Feb 2018
I can see something on the horizon.
What it is I cannot tell.
I am moving towards it even though my legs do not move.
Where has everyone gone?
Have they left me?
Looking behind me I seem them all waving
It is dark.
It is cold.
I am scared.
I am now alone
Walking through the dark
I know what I saw.
This is tomorrow
Written by
TheMapleLeafMystic  20/M/OH
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